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Raon gathered his wrath in his fist and lowered his gaze. He planned to unleash his wrath immediately if Darkan was put in danger while watching the duel from there.
"Ah, you shouldn't!"
Wrath grabbed Raon's wrist with their round hand.
"Even your silver tongue won't work on that lunatic!"
"Don't worry. Even if persuasion fails, we have an escape route."
Raon shook his head calmly.
"That won't work, I'm telling you!"
Wrath pounded their chest in frustration.
"That stalker won't listen to reason! They'll knock you unconscious and drag you to Devildom!"
They gritted their teeth as they turned their gaze towards Lust.
"Look at them talking to that moth! Is that a conversation between rational beings? They're just beasts!"
Wrath frowned and said that individuals like Darkan and Lust were uncontrollable.
"I told you it's alright."
Raon gently stroked Wrath's protruding head.
"Well, you're no less crazy than those two! I thought you'd gone mad when you suddenly started looking for a flower, but you've really lost it!"
Wrath snorted as they looked at the red flower planted by the ancestor.
"Hmm, but this flower... it's a bit unusual."
They narrowed their eyes as they examined the ancestor's flower closely.
"It has lived longer than the elves. It seems to share its vitality and absorb the vitality of other living beings."
Wrath licked their lips, saying that the ancestor's flower was purifying the vitality of this land.
"How did you find this spirit beast?"
"Because the Zieghart ancestor planted it."
Raon answered Wrath and then looked up at the sky above the Holy Sword Alliance. The barrier that Lust had broken through was slowly repairing itself. It seemed to be another effect of this flower.
'What was that person...?'
What was he fighting against? The Zieghart ancestor said that this place should become the final stronghold and planted this flower. I don't understand what he wanted.
'Is the battle over already? Or...'
Raon frowned as he recalled the red eyes of the Zieghart ancestor he had last seen. Since a river of a thousand years flowed between his time and his, everything could have already ended. But if his plan was still in motion until now, there was also a possibility that a great event would occur in the future.
'The way to know is...'
"Hey!"
As Raon thought about the ancestor, Wrath tapped their forehead.
"What are you doing?! That moth guy is about to pass out! Run away quickly!"
Wrath pleaded for him to escape, shaking their tail. It was like watching a scared cat.
"If Lust catches you, you might be ripped alive from your body!"
"I told you, there's no need to worry."
Raon lowered his hand with a slight smile.
"If everything goes according to plan, everything will be fine. Probably."
"Probably? Probably?"
Wrath shook their head and said not to talk nonsense.
"My life is at stake here!"
"That's lucky."
Raon smiled as he raised his fist full of wrath.
"Because I've bet my life too."
***
With a deafening roar, Darkan was pushed back by Lust's sword strike and bit his lip.
'I'm starting to feel suffocated.'
While physical wounds could be endured with mental strength, the soul wounds inflicted in the mental world couldn't be endured even with a strong will. He felt his strength gradually draining away.
'What a shame.'
The swordswoman in front of him was one of the strongest martial artists he had ever met. It was deeply regrettable that he couldn't fight at his best against someone who had clearly perfected their swordsmanship for an immeasurably long time.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Lust tilted their chin towards Darkan.
"Tell me, where is Wrath?"
They raised their blue eyes and said they would let him go if he just told them that.
"Wrath. Wrath..."
Darkan briefly licked his lips, recalling the blue being he had met in the mental world.
"That must be Wrath."
Considering the Dragon Lord's reaction to Wrath and the enormous soul he had seen today, Wrath was clearly a demon king. And the swordswoman in front of him must be a similar being. Most humans would be surprised and bewildered, or spread rumors, but he wasn't particularly interested.
The only thing that mattered was whether their swordsmanship was strong or not.
Even if demons ruined the world, he would be satisfied as long as he could see new sword techniques.
'But...'
Not now. Raon Zieghart. That child was different from any martial artist he had ever seen. It seemed that even Glenn Zieghart, who was closest to being a sword god, the Heavenly Demon who had demonstrated absolute power, and the blue demon king with an enormous soul, couldn't reach that child's limits.
"That's why I want to save him."
The obsession he perceived in this swordswoman was no less than his own passion for the sword, so he felt that if they captured Raon, it wouldn't lead to a good outcome.
"Not yet."
Darkan shook his head and straightened his back. Blood gushed from his throat due to the soul wounds and internal injuries, but he swallowed it with a smile.
"I haven't seen the end of your sword yet."
"You're persistent. You could rest easy if you told me Wrath's location."
"I'm not the type who likes to take it easy."
"Alright. I'll let you live long enough to say your last words. But you'll surely die after that."
Lust's eyes gleamed coldly as they gripped their elongated curved sword. With a roar, their sword extended endlessly, covering the entire sky. It seemed as if the entire Holy Sword Alliance was placed on the edge of their sword.
"Excellent!"
Darkan burst into laughter when he saw Lust's sword attack that seemed about to tear apart his flesh and bones. Despite the chilling murderous intent approaching, the first thing he marveled at was the sword technique that had reached its peak.
"The peak of Ghost Sword and Variable Sword. I can't even guess how many times they must have swung their sword."
This woman's sword talent wasn't particularly special, but her effort seemed to surpass even his or Glenn's.
"It's a beautiful sword technique. However..."
What he wanted to see was beyond that. With a thunderous roar, Darkan broke the connection of his Sword Control and focused on his mental image. He drew the Soul Weapon he had forged in his mind and advanced towards the barrage of sword strikes falling down.
'It's the same.'
Just like the blue demon king he had met in the mental world, he perceived an immensely large soul in this swordswoman. As expected, she was a demon king too.
'This time too...'
Darkan didn't lose his smile even as he faced the thick soul that couldn't be cut by his Soul Weapon.
'It's a challenge!'
Considering himself a challenger, he swung his Soul Weapon with the will to fight to the end. A flash of black light erupted from Darkan's hand. His even more refined Soul Weapon pierced through Lust's solid body and mind, revealing its sharp blade towards her soul. With a deafening roar!
Darkan swung his Soul Weapon to the end, even as his entire body was being cut by the Flexible Sword.
With a sharp sound, his spiritual sword, wounded by soul wounds, was too weak to cut the demon king's soul. But thanks to his refusal to give up until the end, Lust also seemed to have received a great impact and was thrown back. With a crackling sound, although there were no wounds on Lust's body, a pink mist rose from behind her.
It was a completely different color from the aura she had been using until now.
'Mmm?'
Darkan swallowed dryly as he watched Lust's strange appearance.
'What is this...?'
While pink usually evokes warmth and beauty, the pink emanating from this woman was only filled with unease and chills. With a hiss, Lust's blue hair turned light pink, and an enormous malice began to arise throughout the Holy Sword Alliance.
"Human..."
Lust exhaled sharply, revealing their white fangs.
"You have touched something you shouldn't have."
They let out a sticky voice without mentioning Wrath's name for the first time. Although their voice was cold, strangely, he wanted to keep listening to it.
"I will make you a slave who cannot escape even death... huh?"
Suddenly, Lust diverted their gaze as they were about to remove their robe. They looked towards the mountain outside the city and their lips trembled.
"Wrath! It's Wrath!"
Lust forgot they were angry and erased their pink energy, running towards the mountain.
"That, that place!"
Rector widened his eyes. The place that strange being was heading towards was the mountain that Raon had climbed before.
"Damn it!"
He painfully turned his body to follow Lust.
"There's no need to go."
Darkan shook his head as he sat down in place.
"Neither you nor I would be of any help if we went."
He lowered his hand, saying it would be pointless.
"Your grandson deliberately lured that monster. That means he can control it enough."
Darkan smiled slightly and said there was no need to worry.
"Still..."
Rector clenched his fist as he looked at the mountain where Raon was.
"I must go, because he's my grandson."
He pressed his lips tightly together and walked towards the mountain.
"You talk exactly like Raon's grandpa would."
Martha pursed her lips as she held Rector from behind.
"We'll go too."
Burren nodded and said he would join as well.
"Until the end."
Runaan, unusually, raised her voice and took the initiative.
"Even though L-Lord Raon didn't seem to particularly need us..."
Dorian rolled his eyes, but ultimately followed Rector.
"I see."
Darkan laughed weakly as he lay with his arms and legs spread out.
"I know very little besides the sword."
He licked his lips as he closed his eyes.
"Well, that's comfortable."
***
With a hiss, Raon swallowed dryly as he saw Lust who had suddenly appeared before his eyes.
'Has she come to her senses?'
Just before, Lust was about to reveal her true form after being struck by Darkan's Soul Weapon, but as soon as she sensed Wrath's wrath, she came flying here, having regained her composure. It was obsession to a terrible degree.
"Wrath?"
Lust slightly trembled her lips as she looked at Raon.
"Are you really you...?"
Her eyes reflected doubt and joy at the same time.
"You finally came here."
Raon put his hands behind his back, enveloped in a light wrath like the Wrath he had seen in the mental world.
"W-when did you see that pose?!"
Wrath opened their mouth wide as if they were dumbfounded.
"Something felt strange to me the first time I saw you. It was the first time I felt attracted to a human without realizing it."
Lust spoke about the situation where their eyes met Raon's during the duel, tightly gripping the back of their own hand.
"Are you really you, Wrath?"
"Judge for yourself based on what you feel."
Raon spoke in Wrath's manner, with dry eyes, as if it didn't matter if she believed him or not.
"Ugh..."
Wrath's hands trembled.
"This damn guy is acting like me again! But..."
He shook his head with a crooked smile.
"It won't work with that lunatic!"
Wrath laughed and said that Raon was underestimating Lust's obsession too much.
"Why are you in human form?"
Lust's gaze sank sharply. She seemed ready to capture him, whether he was Wrath or not.
'This is dangerous.'
Raon took a deep breath and held back his violently beating heart. He had to create a situation where Lust wouldn't capture him while acting like Wrath.
"This body is my subordinate."
Raon nodded slightly, placing his hand on his own chest.
"I won't accept a madman like you as a subordinate!"
Wrath shook their chin as if they were adamantly refusing.
"Subordinate? Did you come to the human world for such a young human?"
Lust narrowed her eyes.
"Does the king's care for their subordinates depend on race or age?"
Raon raised his cold gaze, recalling Wrath when he was serious.
"True. You were that kind of king..."
Lust smiled slightly, as if recalling the past. It seemed she was starting to believe he was Wrath, even if it was a little. At the same time, a deep desire began to fill her eyes.
"Huh?"
Wrath blinked in incomprehension.
"I-is she falling for this?"
They opened their mouth round with an expression of astonishment.
"No, wait! She shouldn't fall for the trap!"
Wrath trembled their chin, saying they would end up being caught at this rate.
"Wrath. I..."
Lust lowered her gaze, moving her red lips. It felt like she was looking at a young animal caught in the rain. A strange heat began to rise throughout her body, making her want to stroke and embrace it.
'Is this lust?'
Wrath said that Lust hates using demon king authority, so it seemed that a very weak authority had been activated without her realizing it. When he resonated the Fire Ring, the heat that oppressed his body subsided, and his mind began to clear again.
"You're a fool!"
Wrath frowned as if they were exasperated.
"You're in that state when she hasn't even extended her lust properly! Control yourself!"
They shook their head and said they would all die if they caught Raon.
'Thanks for the support.'
"It's not support! It's over if you get caught!"
'Anyway.'
Raon slowly regulated his breathing and composed himself.
"Did you follow me here?"
"Yes. Just to find you."
Lust nodded, saying that was all.
"While I searched all over Devildom, I finally arrived in the human world. I found traces of you in a dungeon by chance, and I was sure you were here. I guess we're bound by fate after all."
Her eyes sparkled with joy as she spat out a long sentence in one go.
'Mmm...'
Raon narrowed his eyes as he pondered Lust's words.
"She really seems to have no sense of direction."
Lust didn't speak as if she knew Wrath was in the human world and was chasing him, but as if she had arrived there by chance. It seemed she had really gotten lost and was wandering around.
"But if it's a dungeon..."
Is it the Roengreen dungeon? Both the wrath of the past and the present remained there, so it seems she found traces there.
"Wrath. Let's go back together."
Lust extended her snow-white hand towards Raon.
"If I have you..."
"I have things to do."
Raon shook his head, acting like Wrath again.
"I'll come back when everything is over, so don't rush me."
"Everything? What is that?"
Lust's gaze sank coldly. Seeing her cloudy eyes, it seemed she would subdue him by force no matter what he said.
"I told you!"
Wrath shook their head and their shoulders trembled.
"Words don't work with that crazy thing! She's not asking for an answer!"
They groaned and pounded the ground, saying it was all over.
"Why are you chasing me?"
Raon lowered his chin calmly.
"That's..."
Lust stopped dead in her tracks, ready to attack.
"It must be because I said what you wanted to hear."
Raon slowly turned his gaze.
"The answer is already there."
Wrath said that Lust hated her own power and was following him because of something he had said. Thinking about it the other way around, he could roughly guess what conversation had taken place between the two demon kings.
"That's right..."
Lust nodded heavily.
"You told me to be myself, not Lust."
She nodded, saying that Wrath's words had been a great comfort to her.
"That's why I want us to go together! Just as you comforted me, this time I'll comfort you! I can even give you all of Devildom!"
Lust clasped her hands together and said she could do anything for him. Her eyes began to spin like whirlpools. She seemed overly excited and about to move her body first.
"She's starting to lose her mind again."
Looking into Lust's eyes, it seemed she would soon reach a point where she couldn't talk. He had to end this situation as quickly as possible.
"I told you! You can't go either!"
Wrath shook their sleeve, asking what Raon was going to do.
"Do you think I would settle for such trivial matters?"
Raon briefly shook his head, pushing Wrath away.
"It's okay if you don't want Devildom! I can do anything you want!"
Lust bit her lip.
"And now, even if I wanted to hold back, I can't anymore. I'll take you by force if I have to!"
She trembled, yelling that she had reached her limit. With a hiss, Lust's eyes and hair color began to turn pink. From her light pink eyes that should be warm and charming, he felt a desire that made his soul tremble. It seemed that the true authority of the Monarch of Lust was being revealed.
"When do you think this flower was planted?"
Raon spun the Fire Ring to the extreme. Enduring Lust's aura that seemed about to burst his heart, he pointed to the flower planted by the ancestor.
"..."
For the first time, Lust's gaze shifted away from Raon. She tilted her head as she looked at the red petals.
"I don't know. It seems very old, but I'm not interested."
Lust shook her head, seeming disinterested despite noticing that the ancestor's flower was different from ordinary plants.
"I planted this flower the year I met you."
Raon looked at the red flower with gentle eyes.
"Ah..."
As soon as she heard those words, Lust suppressed the lust authority that was blooming throughout her body. Her blue eyes shone again.
"Is, is that true?"
"Can't you tell just by looking at it?"
Raon showed no change in his expression as he blatantly lied. He didn't move his eyes or the corners of his mouth, as if he were truly telling the truth.
"For, for me..."
Lust covered her mouth with the hand she had been about to attack with, as if she were deeply moved.
"What nonsense is this?!"
Wrath trembled in disbelief.
"Your ancestor planted it!"
'The ancestor will forgive me.'
Raon winked as he looked up at the sky. As it was to escape a demon king, he would surely understand.
"You're trash! Selling out your ancestor? You'll receive divine punishment someday. No, demonic punishment!"
Wrath grabbed their head, saying he was going crazy and was about to jump.
"At first, this place was desolate and dark like your heart. It took me a long time to regain this vitality."
He lowered his eyebrows, recalling the completely black mountain he had seen in the ancestor's memories.
"You and I still need time."
Raon lowered his gaze and said it wasn't the time yet.
"When that day comes, I will seek you out first, so wait for me."
He shook his head forcefully, telling her to wait.
"Yes!"
Wrath yelled.
"What nonsense are you saying! I won't go anywhere! I'd rather die!"
They shook Raon by the neck and asked why he had made such a promise.
"..."
Lust trembled her shoulders as she looked at the red flower and the mountain full of vitality. She seemed to be reflecting on many things.
"...How can I believe it? You always escape!"
She bit her lip and said she felt that opportunity would never come again.
"You need trust..."
Raon lowered his gaze with a slight smile.
"Then let's do it."
He extended his wrist with Wrath's ice flower bracelet towards Lust.
"Give me your authority. I'll take it as a token of our promise."
He raised his chin proudly as he requested her authority.
"Ah..."
As soon as she heard the request for her authority, Lust clasped her hands together and her eyes filled with tears. It seemed she was finally starting to trust him.
'It worked.'
Raon clenched his fist tightly. He had managed to prevent her from taking Wrath, and he was about to obtain Lust's authority. It was a perfect outcome, even better than planned.
"Is this how it turns out?"
Wrath trembled throughout their body as they looked at Raon's calm face.
"I'm scared! There was a lunatic even bigger than Lust here!"
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